At some point in my time I have alone in the house I come to think of my self as a furry...what it means to me, why I call myself one and at many other times I wonder at times, is this possibly just fetishes that I have and want to express? Am I really what I think I am?

The point of my journal post is that recently I have felt...dirty is the word. Unclean in a bad way. Thing's I consider kinks or fun are now beginning to seem morally wrong to me. Thing's I liked once now make me realize I should not have stepped in there and bothered with them. More so the fact I have felt immature also in letting myself get to feeling this way. I came to FA originally cause I found the concept of anthro's appealing, and had some part of me in them.

I saw art and writing, creativity in it I had yet to see in many places. A way to express outside normal means of human art. To see thing's from a different light. And what I saw long ago in the fandom was lost by...I do not know what. A mental lapse? A deviation from a path I once favored?

No this Journal is not a fond fair well, see you all around. This just to express what make's me understand these silent time's you get when no one else is around to talk to you, make me realize that thing's can be wrong and right...and when you realize they are wrong, part of you seems to just revolt in you.

As such, all those who actually care for watching me, I plan to possibly start a new account. A fresh start to go back to originally what drew me to the fandom, the ideals I once saw when I was younger. I will be posting another journal in time to show my new account...but please, those I met through my other fetishes, we can very much still be friends...but let sleeping dogs lie till I know full how to handle what I want.

I would like to thank my mistress's. Though you may not have said anything about this directly, looking and watching both of you has made me realize much of this, and recall what I once wanted.

Thank you.